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Chapter 6: The Fall of the Hidden Circle
The Hidden Circle—Earth's most elite coalition of ancient sect remnants, wealthy clans, and rogue cultivators—had survived countless global purges, world wars, and even the Age of Spiritual Collapse. From the shadows, they ruled markets, manipulated sects, and harvested the planet's few remaining spiritual resources.
But today, Tian Mo marked them for extinction.
He sat in a sleek obsidian chamber beneath his manor, surrounded by a dozen crystalline screens, each displaying real-time feeds from hidden cultivation hubs, financial servers, sect registries, and deep-web auction networks. His fingers moved in rhythmic patterns, drawing archaic runes into the air—chaotic formations that hijacked spiritual signals and planted seeds of collapse.
Behind him stood Anna, clad in a tight black cheongsam, her beauty lethal and submissive. On her knees before a nearby altar knelt Yin Hua, head lowered, eyes closed in reverence. And now, Li Wei—naked, flushed, body still trembling from their latest dual cultivation session—sat cross-legged, refining the residual Chaos Qi that flooded her meridians.
These women were no longer mere concubines.
They were his generals.
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The Grudge Revisited
Tian Mo's eyes narrowed as one feed zoomed in on a certain name—Wang Zhihao.
A once-celebrated prodigy of the Azure Lotus Sect, Zhihao had been one of the young masters who had tormented Tian Mo before his death in his first life. Arrogant. Cruel. Born with a Silver Flame Physique and pampered by the sect elders, Zhihao had stolen Tian Mo's first cultivation treasure, crippled his spiritual root under false accusations, and fed him to the spirit beasts in a public trial.
Tian Mo never forgot the screams of his dying body as the beasts tore into his flesh. Nor the laughter of Wang Zhihao as he walked away with Tian Mo's lover on his arm.
That same Wang Zhihao now sat fat and complacent as the new head of the Hidden Circle's Eastern Branch, never once suspecting the insect he crushed had become a demon emperor in rebirth.
Tian Mo whispered coldly, "Tonight, you die screaming."
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The Sabotage Begins
Anna strode forward, her voice like silk-wrapped daggers. "Our agents are in place. The bribed elder at the Eastern Branch will begin the formation disruption within the hour. Once it collapses—"
Yin Hua interrupted smoothly, "—the outer sect protectors will fall. That leaves only Zhihao and his two wives. Cultivation: Late-stage Nascent Soul. Weak."
"Not for long," Tian Mo murmured.
He summoned his personal puppet cultivators—ten of them—fused with demonic cores, cursed talismans, and bound by slave contracts written in the blood of his enemies. Each of them had once served a different sect—now, they were his silent reapers.
"Send the hounds," he said.
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The Fall Unfolds
Wang Zhihao awoke to chaos.
Explosions of spiritual force rocked the Eastern Branch's underground vault. Formation pillars shattered like glass, spirit beasts turned rabid from corrupt Qi infestations, and internal traitors struck down key elders with forbidden techniques that left no soul trace.
Zhihao rushed out of his meditation chamber half-dressed, eyes wide as he watched one of his wives impaled by a puppet wielding a demonic glaive. His other consort tried to flee, only to be caught in a web of Chaos Qi and drained into a husk.
"No! WHO DARES—?!"
The walls cracked. The roof fell in.
And there stood Tian Mo, floating in mid-air, eyes glowing with malevolent light.
Zhihao's face twisted in shock. "Y-You—! But you were—!"
"Dead?" Tian Mo floated down slowly. "You should know. You watched."
"You were garbage! I should've—!"
"You should've killed me better," Tian Mo hissed, and unleashed his true power.
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Demonic Ascendance: Chaos Qi Surge
Dark tendrils lashed out, wrapping around Zhihao like vipers. His spiritual defenses shattered within seconds. Tian Mo's Chaos Sea Core trembled as it entered a surge cycle, amplifying his strength temporarily beyond Nascent Soul. He didn't want to kill Zhihao quickly. He wanted to ruin him.
Blow by blow, he stripped the man's cultivation base, layer by layer. His screams echoed through the ruins. Tian Mo carved runes of agony into his bones, binding him into a living soul lamp to fuel Li Wei's next breakthrough.
When the screams stopped, there was nothing left but a twitching husk.
Tian Mo whispered to the corpse, "You stole my lover in the last life. Now, my women will dance upon your ashes."
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Aftermath
The fall of the Eastern Branch sent ripples through the Hidden Circle. In one night, one of their strongest sects had vanished without explanation. The remaining branches scrambled for answers—but all they found were cursed symbols, drained corpses, and whispered rumors of a new power rising.
Tian Mo returned to his manor, soaked in victory and lust.
That night, he celebrated.
Anna and Yin Hua prepared Li Wei for another dual cultivation session—but this time, Huang Yuni joined them. The business empress had finally succumbed to the temptation of power after witnessing the fall of a rival she had feared for years.
Together, the four of them bathed in a formation of spiritual fire, Chaos Qi, and dual Yin-Yang refinement. Bodies entangled. Gasps of pleasure echoed into the night. Moans turned to screams of climax as Tian Mo inscribed submission marks into their cores.
His harem now controlled three major sectors—commerce, infiltration, and cultivation refinement.
His path to Spirit Severing Realm was near.
But his ambition?
That reached far, far beyond Earth.
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